Welcome to Tehreem Speaks ^ ^
Am Tehreem Duaa, a girl who finally chose to give voice to everything she once kept silent.
For years, I held back my emotions, thoughts & observations… but now am choosing to speak. Here, I share deep thoughts, Urdu poetry, English monologues, life lessons & real feelings from what I see, feel & learn every day.
My content:
• Self-expression
• Emotional healing
• Life observations
• Motivational talks
• Urdu & English spoken word
• Honest, raw reflections
I began this journey to improve my speaking skills & connect with people who think & feel deeply. I also post short videos on TikTok & Instagram as @tehreemspeaks, & now am sharing my voice here too.
My first goal is 1k subscribers, & your support means the world ^ ^
Am just a rising girl, learning, evolving & growing with every video.
If u love Urdu poetry, deep talks, soulful monologues or emotional storytelling, u’re in the right place.
Let’s grow together.
Tehreem Duaa
I was given this picture and asked to write my own interpretation of the story behind it. The image immediately made me think about loneliness, inner storms, and the quiet moments when I as a person felt like sinking beneath my own thoughts. Sooo, I wrote a short piece titled as “In the Shadow of the Abyss” :))
IN THE SHADOW OF THE ABYSS
Drowning deep in the sea of my melancholy, alone in the graveyard, going deeper and deeper as time keeps passing. A girl… there was a girl feeling blue, lost within the white, black, and blue colors of her own melancholy. Yet she tried to buy more time, just to live one more moment, just to breathe once more. And in that drowning silence she cried, Oh, someone, if someone truly gives me importance, save me. Please, save me from the storm I am getting buried by...
But, when the storm grew heavier and the world turned silent, there was a light, a dim one. A faint glow that somehow guided her through the darkness. It was Divine. The one who saved her once was her Lord. The one who loved her was her Lord. And the one who has been forgiving her again and again; it was Him.
And yet, when I turned back to the world of people, I wondered, people… oh, who are you who say you love me, love me? For when I called, no one was there. The hurt and the wound still hold their depth, and I am no longer able to heal them.
So, leave me with my scars alone forever.
Let me be a drowned soul. Let me have a taste of my sorrow. Let me sit with my pain and learn its language. For perhaps some wounds are not meant to disappear, but to remain as silent reminders of what my heart once endured.
And so, oh world that once stood beside me, let me taste the quietness of death, not as an end, but as a stillness :)
For in the shadow of the abyss, I found an unshakable peace… a peace that demands sacrifices.
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